In such ancient times

It was the same story once

Is the woman who plays the Konghou also sixteen years old

Or me tonight

That's the woman.

The konghou that has been played for thousands of years

A gentle, humble soul

It was when the warbler was in full bloom that she wasted to cry

That same person

Then don't laugh at my weakness even if I cry

Women from many dynasties sang the same song

Under the magnolia trees there was

How many times goodbye

And on this warm spring night

How many beautiful voices have sung the ancient love song